Man, i'm actually reaching out. Or trying to i don't know.
I seem to have little interest in most things...i never cared for highschool, and i took 2 years extra to finish it on the basis of me being a slacker. Stopped for 2 years, my father died meanwhile due to a lung disease and at the time i decided to enter a university so that i could make my father proud, because i have 2 older brothers and they quit studying after highschool. 1st week of classes i get the news, had to travel to spain (i'm in portugal) and well, that was that. When the doctor told us there was no coming back, that lung transplant hadn't worked so well, i didn't even cry i was just struck like "well...what now...". My interest for the university dropped to nearly zero once i came back, lost a semester, and i've been always flunking classes because i skip them a lot and they have a requirement, can't skip more than 8 or 9 times per class. I'm 4 years into it and the only good memories i have is from erasmus, and that set me back another semester...
Last semester was dog shit, this semester is turning into another dog shit. It seems like the relationship with my gf is going into the shitter too, i live alone"" but my mother still pays for shit. Next year i'm gonna stop university and work on something so that i can take off the heavy load from my mother and then hopefully i'll be able to come back and finish the damn thing.
I used to have a couple of dreams, being a director, work in game development, heck i wasn't far from going to study in england but my father shut that door down back then. I've been steadily losing friends of the years, and my best friend, knew him since we were 3, went to work in 3D animation to london....and it was because of me that he even developed an interest in such an area. Well now he's gone and we didn't part in the best terms.
Recently i did some work, you know, put on the suit and go to those fine shows and take people to their seats and shit. People seemed to like me, but went there 2 or 3 times and haven't been called ever since. I fucked up my aquiles heel too because of the borrowed shoes.
Weird, it's not like my problems are huge but it feels so fucking empty, like life simply sucks...it's not terrible, i'm not in a wheel chair or starving, i don't have a ton to complain about but it just seems like it all just sucks.
Yesterday i had this dream, i throw myself through the window and blam in the goddamn car in the street. You know you always gotta fuck it up for somebody else! Even when you jump for your death. It felt real, and i got scared. I wish i could let it all go, and start over, say fuck it to the life i have and start over. Anybody here ever felt like this?
It's grinding on me.